it's like i can't stop what i'm hearing within,
it's like the face inside is right beneath my skin.
it's like the face inside is right beneath my skin.
Scars tell a thousand stories. Hidden beyond the ash ridge depths, there are sorrowful tales, heartbroken prose. I wish I could understand them, to piece them together. But they are as confusing as the constellations in the sky. Large clusters of them, silver and twinkling golds. Nebulas far, far away. I can only imagine what it is like up there, in the vast ebony skies. What it would be like among the stars, falling, falling.
Beneath the starlit night, I wander. Each step, takes me an eternity, for I stop, dip my head and inhale the dry earth beneath my feet. I continue this, until I am in the middle of the meadow. Hollow eyes then reverting to the sky, blinking thrice, then closing my eyes and picturing the ebony skies.
Aoki.
He stirs, his voice shifting. He had been silent all the while, I travelled here, finding Gryffen's scent like a trail. He had obviously been unhappy with my decision to find the red eyed ghoul. But I needed him, I had an urgency for him, a skin that prickled with want. Such a strange thing, to be looked at like some morsel, and yet it was still a look that made me feel... wanted.
He hunts you like some rabbit, dear. You are nothing to him, nothing. Just like you were nothing to that pink hero of yours, just like you are nothing to me, to anyone.
I shake my silver tresses, hollowed emerald eyes peering up through the bogus of the trees, catching the slivers of moonlight piercing through the darkness. I settled in a way that the moonlight bathed my cocoa skin, accentuated every thick ridge of scar, every memory of the times I had tried to end it all. Sometimes, you can try too hard. Perhaps if I just laid down beneath the gorse and buried myself beneath the leaves, the chill of death would finally take me. But then, no, no.
His red eyes seem to possess me, my thoughts. I call out then, for the pallid ghoul, my tone hoarse, strained. I lever myself against the bark of the tree, for a rest, for weary limbs to gather some strength. Up in the trees, the heavy boughs of summer leaves, I hear the caw of birds. They call and someone answers. I do the same, my call, it pierces the foreboding night, with an urgency that goes heart deep. I do this, over and over and yet nothing returns, no one answers. I am alone, as alone as my body feels, as my mind is empty. Save for Crow's incessant laughter, like a booming echo that eats me, consumes me bit by bit.
You walk into Hell, Aoki. What do you expect to see, if nothing but a demon.
'A saviour. Someone to save me from you.' I whisper and the words seem lost within the thick summer night air, forgotten as the songs of ravens sing their haunting melody above.
AOKI;
schizophrenic captive of mourning mountains
Beneath the starlit night, I wander. Each step, takes me an eternity, for I stop, dip my head and inhale the dry earth beneath my feet. I continue this, until I am in the middle of the meadow. Hollow eyes then reverting to the sky, blinking thrice, then closing my eyes and picturing the ebony skies.
Aoki.
He stirs, his voice shifting. He had been silent all the while, I travelled here, finding Gryffen's scent like a trail. He had obviously been unhappy with my decision to find the red eyed ghoul. But I needed him, I had an urgency for him, a skin that prickled with want. Such a strange thing, to be looked at like some morsel, and yet it was still a look that made me feel... wanted.
He hunts you like some rabbit, dear. You are nothing to him, nothing. Just like you were nothing to that pink hero of yours, just like you are nothing to me, to anyone.
I shake my silver tresses, hollowed emerald eyes peering up through the bogus of the trees, catching the slivers of moonlight piercing through the darkness. I settled in a way that the moonlight bathed my cocoa skin, accentuated every thick ridge of scar, every memory of the times I had tried to end it all. Sometimes, you can try too hard. Perhaps if I just laid down beneath the gorse and buried myself beneath the leaves, the chill of death would finally take me. But then, no, no.
His red eyes seem to possess me, my thoughts. I call out then, for the pallid ghoul, my tone hoarse, strained. I lever myself against the bark of the tree, for a rest, for weary limbs to gather some strength. Up in the trees, the heavy boughs of summer leaves, I hear the caw of birds. They call and someone answers. I do the same, my call, it pierces the foreboding night, with an urgency that goes heart deep. I do this, over and over and yet nothing returns, no one answers. I am alone, as alone as my body feels, as my mind is empty. Save for Crow's incessant laughter, like a booming echo that eats me, consumes me bit by bit.
You walk into Hell, Aoki. What do you expect to see, if nothing but a demon.
'A saviour. Someone to save me from you.' I whisper and the words seem lost within the thick summer night air, forgotten as the songs of ravens sing their haunting melody above.
schizophrenic captive of mourning mountains
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